First, he went back to the dormitory and picked up his wallet, then called the moving company and made an appointment in the evening. He went directly to Jiang Hua's community without eating. The plan of not arriving first and using Fang Muzhi's appearance to impersonate Jiang Hua was particularly special. It went well, they found a locksmith company on the road and successfully opened the door of Jiang Hua's house after registering the property.

Si Ling grasped the edge of the door and secretly used force to snatch the door back from the locksmith. With such a ground-floor decoration style, if the locksmith saw it, he would probably turn around and call the police.

Fortunately, the master didn't think too much and said politely with a smile: "Don't forget to bring the key next time. It's not good to ask your girlfriend to wait with you."

"Thank you, Master!" Si Ling waited until the master's elevator went down two floors before turning back and opening the door. He was thinking that maybe Fang Muzhi could find some useful information.

She froze at the door and rubbed her eyes. She couldn't believe it. The house had been tidied up. It was completely different from what she saw that day. There wasn't even a piece of tape left on the ceiling, and there was no trace of it near the sofa or coffee table. Dust printing.

How could it be?

She remembered that most of the red and white decorations were paper products, and there were no marks at all. The neighbor said that no one had been here at all. Sister Qiu also said that she did not see anything strange in the living room when she found them. She even suspected that it was I'm hallucinating myself.

She opened the bedroom door, and the heavy curtains blocked most of the sunlight. The quilt was messy, as if the owner was in a hurry and didn't bother to take care of it.

Si Ling walked around the room dejectedly twice, then suddenly remembered something, and pulled Fang Muzhi's eyes to light up: "The doll is missing! There is a human-shaped pillow, um, it's about this big." She stood on tiptoe, He gestured to the top of Fang Muzhi's head and said, "Did you know? You can hold it to sleep."

He nodded and walked past Si Ling towards the house. Just when Si Ling thought he had discovered something, Fang Muzhi said slowly: "I can also hold him to sleep."

Fang Muzhi teased her, and her mind was about to shut down for a long time. It could not be said that it was a blank, but it was filled with fan bubbles. The smile that could only be suppressed by pursed lips gradually disappeared from her face.

It seems like all the clues have been lost.

Fang Muzhi found Jiang Hua's ID card out of nowhere, "If it goes according to what you said, his soul was in the pillow at that time. His body disappeared after he went to the hospital. We can look for it separately. For example, call the soul."

It's not that she doesn't trust Fang Muzhi's ability, nor does she think there's anything wrong with this method, but she just feels vaguely uncomfortable.

"Let's just buy some incense paper money. It should go smoothly. It's not a good sign that the house is packed..." Fang Muzhi said a lot this time, but Siling didn't listen to a word. He was originally full of confidence. , I don’t know why I’m feeling depressed right now.

It was like running a marathon with full confidence, only to find that the road sign and flag were missing at a certain intersection. What was her basis for initially judging that the matter was related to Jiang Hua? Was it because he looked similar to the person in front of her?

"I'm going to the bathroom." Si Ling interrupted Fang Muzhi, slammed the door, turned on the faucet, and sat on the toilet to calm down.

It's like her eyes were blinded by beauty. If the nightmare should be like what happened in the zoo, then why does she say that she has not returned to reality now? How did Fang Muzhi get injured, and why did he appear in Xiangju? He only Not a word was mentioned. And he should have noticed the little nurse's strangeness long ago, right?

He always fooled her like a child.

Si Ling washed her face. She originally asked Fang Muzhi to ask Jiang Hua's fortune. In the end, she still couldn't tell her. She had been unlucky for more than ten years and was really too sensitive to this matter.

Jiang Hua's physique, which can drag a female ghost into the trash can, is obviously not dangerous. But will Fang Muzhi make the same prediction?

She didn't dare to test it.

The relationship between people is inherently fragile. Disease and lies can easily shatter seemingly deep emotions. This is what Dr. You told her when he refused her to come to the second hospital for internship. Overcrowded freshmen

In the children's ward, no one cares about the lonely elderly people. There are too many separations and deaths in the hospital. Every day is a test and questioning of human nature. The job of a doctor is not a job that can be done with a heart of saving lives and healing the wounded. Especially her.

Such a sensitive personality should be more in touch with the good side of things, rather than searching for the root cause and struggling with the truth and sincerity.

The phone rang for a while, and she pressed it. She looked at herself in the mirror and said loudly, "The mover said he was coming soon. Would you like to accompany me to the dormitory to get my things first?"

"Okay." he said.

…

When leaving, Si Ling didn't take the spare key to Jiang Hua's house. She told Fang Muzhi that there were no useful clues, just remembering Jiang Hua's birthday was enough.

After living in Binshi for more than ten years, I feel that the urban area is actually quite small. There is bus No. 5 downstairs that goes directly to the dormitory. It has not yet reached the evening rush hour, there are no people on the bus, and the roadside is full of familiar scenery.

The stationery at home is cheap and has many styles, and there is a cram school secretly opened on the second floor. Si Ling sat in the seat by the window and chatted casually with Fang Muzhi, "Do you think the building in front has bad feng shui? I used to have a supermarket.

, restaurants, private clinics, all closed down quickly without exception. Later, they seemed to be bought and opened as a church..." When the bus passed by, the yard was overgrown with weeds, and it looked like it had closed down again.

"At first glance, it looks like a road bug. It can be broken, but the gate may need to be rebuilt. You may need to refer to the internal structure for details. But the church should be fine."

"What about that building? Their food was really delicious, but I don't know why it closed down."

"Have you ever considered that maybe it's your unique taste?"

Except for the occasional passengers who get on the bus, there will be people with no facial features. It is just like a normal weekend, riding the same bus with the person you like. Every word seems to be engraved in the heart, and every detail is captured like a movie lens.

It’s convenient to take out and savor from time to time.

She was traveling all over the world and talked a lot about her life. Fang Muzhi listened quietly and made her happy from time to time. He just avoided talking about his own affairs. He said he wanted to try that closed restaurant and go to her

We played basketball on the designated basketball court and went to see the red leaves along the river together in autumn. We had the opportunity to teach her how to read Feng Shui.
Chapter completed!